Azeo’s invitation replayed in McKenna’s head for the tenth time that day: “Let me take you on a date.”
A date. With him.
The time approached all too fast for the long-awaited evening. McKenna would lie if she said she wasn’t excited—there was a distinct flutter in her stomach she hadn’t felt in years. It was ridiculous, really. She felt like a teenager all over again.
Not that she’d gone on many dates as a teenager—McKayla was always the one being asked out—but McKenna had had her share of harmless crushes. This feeling was the same.
So maybe it’s more than excitement, her wolf teased, voice all giddy and bright.
McKenna rolled her eyes inwardly. You’re a wolf, not a love-struck pup.
If you could imagine a teenage wolf, then this would be it! her wolf giggled in response.
It was the
